I whispered in her ear. “So, am I picking from two girls or three?” At that moment the DJ switched to a slow song and Irina and Natalie moved to...sit down. I kept my arm around Megan and she made no effort to pull away as we swayed together with the other couples in the darkness. Megan snuggled her body closer to mine and moved her hips with the music. My cock was getting rock hard with her tight body, her hair, her pert breasts all pressed against me. My arm was resting around her bare waist. We had a small celebration in the afternoon at the office cafeteria. While at the cafeteria, I invited Rajat to my place for a candle-light dinner in the evening which he graciously accepted. On reaching home, I soon started preparing for the dinner. While doing all those preparations, I was still wearing my office clothes. It was a white shirt with buttons on the front & a knee-length grey skirt. The turn of events looked quite haphazard on the surface but it was all part of my plan to throw. But you’re not wearing the tank top for him, no of course not, you’re wearing it because it’s far too hot in your apartment. You smile to yourself half laughing at the little moment you just had to yourself and plop down in front of the TV to watch a movie before he arrives. Just as you get comfortable you hear his familiar knock. But it can’t be him, how did he get into the building. Ah yes, the spare key you cut for him a month ago when you though he’d be coming by more often. Still a little. Inmy mind, I can see her round ass, sliding forward and back on my pole. Ican see her pussy lips sucking it on the way in, and gripping it wetly onthe way out. I can practically picture the inside of her: her tunnelgetting filled as I thrust in and try to press a little deeper each time.Even in the middle of fucking, there's a feeling of need that seems justout of reach; I need to get just a little deeper, it's never quite deepenough. The head and under-length of my penis feel alive with.